Dionysus

Dionysus or Bacchus sailing towards Naxos

In the universe where there exists no light far out of the sight,

Where in the infinite world the senses the finite forms describe,

In an Eldorado of vision , where the inner light the beauty inscribes,

While the voyager wakes from the dream,

Depart from the Phrygian streams,

I see the boat moving towards a distant land,

With glowing shores of golden sand .

With hearts aloft that raises man to sail in the ecstasy’s stream,

It sails towards an island unseen.

As the richness of the nature the mind allures,

In the shifting clouds the desires feel insecure,

In the fierce rays of the burning sun,

The oars plunge like plunderers in search of the nocturnal land,

Where no sailor has ever gone.

Under the blue sky where the infinite space extends,

Forests, caverns, rocks and ridges breaking the waves the adventurous man's thrilling joys maintain,

Passing by the huts , the villages and the cities where people suffer and mourn,

In the nature’s impulse feel riven and torn,

Like the pirates sailing from the Aegean home,

In the ever-changing sound and light churning the foams,

The bellowing heart is stirred by a sea flowing under an endless dome.

Where the starry sphere dissolves in a mystery unbound,

In the depth of the sky the sun ,as a boat, carries the plunder's urge,

In the ocean the oceans surge,

And all oceans’ boundaries merge.

As awakened mind's vivid dream,

The water flows out of the emerald green,

Churns the foam waving like silken satin,

Sprinkles sprays along the disc of the sun,

And the blind wanderer follows the motion behind the stern.

Behind the waves where wonder sleeps,

Behind the mountains and the caves, where light is one with eternity,

In the shores where the beauty’s steps show the way to a divine shrine,

Where the waves and the wind whisper the mystery of the goddess rising from the brine,

In vision's wandering I see drunken Bacchus with a jar of wine.

While the boat moves towards the world below,

The setting sun spreads a dreaming glow,

Over a blazing hill pierced with rays,

Where the mortal soul watches Bacchians’ revel and play,

The drunken world , joyous and gay,

In the rattling of the drums,

In the cymbals’ clang, and Maenads’ cheers,

Lift the world from the burden of the flesh,

In a frenzy of love deliver the world from blood and flesh.

In Bacchus’ wine,

In the whirlwinds of the mind,

As the waves subside in the motionless brine,

In a boat, steered by the pirates who have forgotten life’s ufferings and cries,

The journey-man arrives to the shore where the beauty a beauteous world revives.

As the boat anchors on the shore behind the hill,

Where the cypress-trees, lined up as flames from lanterns, direct the journey-man towards the temple of the lady of the seductive will,

In a slope, leaning towards an archipelago, where the sun a luminous sceptre hauls,

The Maenads dance hearing Bacchus' call,

The flowers scattering fragrance in the fields,

Nature’s beauty recall.

As I contemplate on the verdrant world running down the slopes,

I see the sailors fall in a delirium,

The movements of the sails bringing the journey to a halt,

In the ferment of the grapes and the smell of Bacchus' wine around the masts and sails,

I watch the rhythms of the movements of the sailors bringing an end to the jorney by a shipwreck.

While the green water penetrates the hull,

The rudder is devoured by a sea monster floating as an endless gull,

The eternal sailors go down before reaching the port of call,

In the awakening mind the waves dance and scroll,

The sea-dolphins leap in the horizon towards the sinking dawn,

Creatures of unseen shapes jolt out of the depth from where all life are born,

Dazzled by the appearance of the stars,

The darkness, split and torn,

Curv and bend and descend through the fog,

And thus a mortal soul’s journey ends amidst crags and rocks.

In this world where the dancing sea creatures constantly change colours and shapes,

The darkness outlines the inner world curled up in blood and flesh,

As Bacchus comes to the island of the Sun to marry the goddess of rays,

I see a great compassion beaming out of the deity’s gaze.

While the stars appear as jewels threaded with golden rays ,

And bring from Heaven the bridal crown of Ariadne over the journey-man’s head making a journey over the waves ,

In a boat, that from shores to shores , from life to life, mortal existence bears,

I am the eternal journeyman who appears in the visions of the seers.

DESTINY IN THE HANDS OF LIFE'S GODDESS AND DEATH'S Vampire

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